“Not very,” replied the boy.
“When did you eat last? What did you have for supper?”
“I didn’t have any,” replied the boy.
“Well, what did you have for dinner, then?”
“I didn’t have any dinner, either.”
“Didn’t have any dinner, either?” repeated the young fireman. “When did you eat last, for goodness’ sake?”
“Some of the children in the house brought me some of their breakfast. They were very kind to me.”
“Well, that beats the Dutch!” exclaimed the young man. “You sit right there till I come back!” and he rushed out of the room as speedily as he answered the summons of the big gong below. In a short time he was back with his arms full of packages which he proceeded to open hastily. In one were sandwiches of thick rolls with pieces of ham in between, in another a loaf of bread, some butter in another, and a small can of milk in another. These he proceeded to place on a small table which he drew up before the blind boy.
“There, begin on that,” he said, placing one of the sandwiches in the boy’s hands.
“Thank you, sir,” said the boy; “you are very good.”